I walk around my immediate neighborhood at all hours of the day and night, but I wouldn’t do that a mere three blocks away on Jefferson Street. For whatever reasons, Savannahians have collectively decided — for decades — to allow street-level drug and prostitution activity to dominate the Jefferson Street corridor. When I moved here in the mid-1990s, the activity regularly reached all the way to Liberty Street, but now it’s pretty much confined to the stretch between Anderson and Victory.